This is a song about "Eight characteristics of life"

Get away from the stress of life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

Because seven eight six and i'm sick of it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

I have memories of melodies in my life. (in my life)

This is how she want to live

In the prime of my life

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Inferior, but i'm nice

For the first 12 years of my life

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste